Of Blight and Beginning

You are watching over a woman. Right now, she's in a bar at night and is starting to cough violently. You see her go into the bathroom but your view remains locked in place, looking down at the bar. When she goes into the bathroom and probably starts coughing up blood, you stay outside until she comes back out.

You watch another person enter the establishment and walk in to a dark corner, and a tentacle sprout out of their mouth and shoot into another woman's back, who then crumples over. The tentacle retreats back in and the person goes about their business.

The woman comes out of the bathroom with hints of blood around their mouth, looking for someone who can administer medical aid and call an ambulance. The same person comes over and asks the woman to sit down and it'll all be okay. She lies down on a few bar stools face down with a bundle of napkins below her mouth and the person comforts them until they fall asleep. 

Then the tentacle comes out of the person's mouth and stabs into her head right at the top of her neck where there's a hole for the spinal nervous system to talk to the brain. You can't see anything and an undetermined amount of time passes until she wakes up.

The person is nowhere to be found and most of the people have left for the night yet the woman seems to be feeling better. Everyone is either in a corner drinking or a staff member probably in the back room. The woman tries to walk up to someone to ask what time it is but the person just says "I don't know", pushes her away, and goes back to drinking. When she goes back to where she was lying down she realizes she left her bag in the bathroom.

Suddenly, police enter the bar and one starts questioning the woman aggressively, asking about suspicious people or hearing or hearing about a bell. The woman quickly answers the first few before saying she needs to get her things from the bathroom and quickly going there. She grabs her bag but before she leaves she feels she needs to throw up and throws up the contents of her stomach, spaghetti and red sauce.

After she's done, she feels odd, like she could throw up more, but her stomach should be empty. She decides to purge everything, but what she throws up isn't food. Small pieces of intestine mixed with black, dried blood are what comes out. It should be disturbing, but it keeps coming out, wave after wave of involuntary retching, coming out with wave after wave of her. After ten minutes of this it finally stops, and she tries to flush it down the toilet. It takes a few times but its gone. She takes out her phone and calls her roommate, saying she's not feeling well and she'll probably be at the hospital, but she only leaves a message.

Suddenly, it comes back out, and there's more gross blood and whatever else in the toilet, maybe she just didn't flush well or hard enough, s-she flushes three more times, one more than necessary, but every time it comes back out with a horrible jet of force.

Suddenly, another woman comes in, her sister. She's looking more pale than usual and so the woman asks if she needs to throw up, but instead her sister says "WHY didn't you get the policeman? You clearly had a good shot of him while he was talking to you!" to which the woman responds with confusion. Her sister drags her out of the bathroom and shows her its a firefight, gun and baton against tendril and root, the policeman that questioned her directing the others in the fight, chipping away at the cover that everyone else, now cloaked in dried blood with plantlike growths coming out of their mouths is hiding behind.

The dream ends.